It’s All About Control (‘Country’ 18)

Vermont was still ahead of us then.

January 21, 1978. Call it practice for life in Vermont. In an ample but barely heated cinder-block hunting cabin, R and I wintered atop a mountain at the edge of New Jersey’s Stokes State Forest, where he took down his first (and only) buck with bow and arrow.

And I huffed and puffed, the weight of nine months of baby inside me taking me off balance. Two and a half days til the due date. Would this…